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Saskatoon, interestingly enough WCB seems to be able to manipulate the system pretty well. The specialist I got into see in 4 days has a 3-4 month waiting list. The MRI I had on my right knee took four months of waiting, this one took 10 days and my follow up visit to the specialist is two days after that.


From my own experiences, it's a matter of good contacts and a doctor with privileges he can exercise.

Several years ago, I lost my patience (imagine that) and fired my family doctor. The idiot just wouldn't listen.

My Chiropractor (good dude) put me onto an old, well-known surgeon whose office was in the Pasqua Hospital. He called the surgeon's office and they said, "come on down, you're on the price is right"... seriously, I walked in there the same day, the surgeon saw me shortly and ordered an MRI. When, I asked? Right frickin' now! He handed me a ticket, told his nurse to call the MRI people and she walked me down to the "chamber maids". I was in and out of the hospital inside of three hours!

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From my own experiences, it's a matter of good contacts and a doctor with privileges he can exercise.

Several years ago, I lost my patience (imagine that) and fired my family doctor. The idiot just wouldn't listen.

My Chiropractor (good dude) put me onto an old, well-known surgeon whose office was in the Pasqua Hospital. He called the surgeon's office and they said, "come on down, you're on the price is right"... seriously, I walked in there the same day, the surgeon saw me shortly and ordered an MRI. When, I asked? Right frickin' now! He handed me a ticket, told his nurse to call the MRI people and she walked me down to the "chamber maids". I was in and out of the hospital inside of three hours!

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Maybe they were afraid of you. :eek::D:D;);)

2X. From another wear and tear knee guy.

Thanks B man
 
Maybe they were afraid of you. :eek::D:D;);)

You may be right. I was miserable and I didn't have a Snickers bar.





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I forgot about this...

When I went for the MRI, I didn't fit in the tube. The chamber maid instructed me to cross my arms so my shoulders might narrow enough. Are you kidding? Nope. OK. I did that and the powered sliding "rack" stuffed me into the machine...

I'm wearing nothing but my underwear (get that image stuck in your head) and I'm still a tight fit... my skin is squealing on the tube as I go in... I'm thinkin' this is just like a Chinese finger trap... you can get in but you can't get out...

The thing gets fired up. It's bloody hot in there and I'm sweating my ass off. I have voice contact, so I tell the torture chamber maid. Oh, she says. She fires up the FAN. Genius. The air is coming from behind my head, so I tilt my skull back and I can now see, the tube is open ended. Good. The fire department can pull me out the "easy" way, probably with a winch and a healthy choke strap...

When the scan was over (about 20 minutes in duration) I tell the genius I'm not likely to go the way I came in, because my flesh is stuck to the bloody tube. Let's try, the genius says...

Like riding a steel playground slide in your shorts, my hide stuck and ch-ch-chattered all the way down. So I'm out of the sausage tube, but I'm not very happy. I expressed my displeasure to the genius and asked, what do you do with BIGGER people. You know, obese persons, giant football players, surely you deal with larger beings than myself. Oh yeah, she says. We have a larger machine for that.

I can't repeat what I said then, but suffice it to say, I thanked her properly and commended her competence with a blast of four letter words that would make a sailor blush. [ddd

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Wow, at your expense that would have been pretty funny to watch.
I had an MRI for my right knee last September and I only had to go in the tube up to my waist. You are right to is extremely hot and seems to take forever.
 
I forgot about this...

When I went for the MRI, I didn't fit in the tube. The chamber maid instructed me to cross my arms so my shoulders might narrow enough. Are you kidding? Nope. OK. I did that and the powered sliding "rack" stuffed me into the machine...

I'm wearing nothing but my underwear (get that image stuck in your head) and I'm still a tight fit... my skin is squealing on the tube as I go in... I'm thinkin' this is just like a Chinese finger trap... you can get in but you can't get out...

The thing gets fired up. It's bloody hot in there and I'm sweating my ass off. I have voice contact, so I tell the torture chamber maid. Oh, she says. She fires up the FAN. Genius. The air is coming from behind my head, so I tilt my skull back and I can now see, the tube is open ended. Good. The fire department can pull me out the "easy" way, probably with a winch and a healthy choke strap...

When the scan was over (about 20 minutes in duration) I tell the genius I'm not likely to go the way I came in, because my flesh is stuck to the bloody tube. Let's try, the genius says...

Like riding a steel playground slide in your shorts, my hide stuck and ch-ch-chattered all the way down. So I'm out of the sausage tube, but I'm not very happy. I expressed my displeasure to the genius and asked, what do you do with BIGGER people. You know, obese persons, giant football players, surely you deal with larger beings than myself. Oh yeah, she says. We have a larger machine for that.

I can't repeat what I said then, but suffice it to say, I thanked her properly and commended her competence with a blast of four letter words that would make a sailor blush. [ddd

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So some better news and some not so better news. The rivets are going to be a while due to covid 19. The damage in my knee is not as bad as first thought, but requires surgery and as of yesterday they shut all the operating rooms down to anything that's not an emergency, for 4-8 weeks. Now I wait.
 

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